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Bragi
On the Ascension of Baldr
Share the Ascension
Of the Shining One:
Balder of Asgard;
God of Chvalry.
Pride of Princes,
Nobility of Knights;
Our blinding example
Of Noblesse Oblige.
All attend to the
Glory of Asgard
As the Son of Odin
Assumes his station.
Ye who would be leaders
Behold your Lord!
Practice the principles
Of this Prince of Asgard.
Your duty and destiny
Is to defend your people,
Follow their will,
Fight their wars.
to saga
Sage saga
sits in
sokkvabekk;
scribe of
history,
seer of
fate.
hear her words,
heed her
wisdom.
doomed are they
who are deaf to history.
many a king
has come to naught;
many
princes
in pride, have fallen.
they repeated the
faults
of fallen chieftains;
they lost their
heads
to the harsh cycle of
history.
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The Green Glory of Gladsheim
Fresh is the season
For Asgard’s Frolic;
Fjorgynn is free
From the fetters of frost.
Sing the songs
Of Spring's becoming.
The sun has entered
The sign of the bull.
Nerthus is loosened
From Night’s dark noose.
Let’s inaugurate Nature
On Walpurgisnacht.
Grand is the return
Of the Green to Gladsheim.
Grand is the growth
Of the Greenman’s Bride.
The merriment of gods
And the mirth of men
Is heard throughout
The whole World-Tree.
Animals revel, even
The stones Rejoice;
Ragnarok has been stayed
with the return of Spring!
Hearken gods!
And Princes, heed!
Behold the Greenman
And what he heralds!
Free you are
To frolic today,
Rejoice and revel
In the Light’s return!
But do not lose
your sense of Duty;
Diligence defends
The lengthening days.
But today is the day
For divine indulgence!
The joy of the Aesir
Is the giants’ doom!
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A Song for Urð at Samhain Time
The Gates of the West are open now:
Be careful of your Fears.
The sensitive soul and the untamed heart
In Night’s quiet softly hears
The soft piping of the Chaos Lords
In the Music of the Spheres.
The wild wind and the splashing sea
Are the voices of the Dead,
Vainly and ungainly struggling
for our attention, not our dread.
Do honor to your ancestors;
Wipe away their lonely tears.
With Bragi’s Cup - the funeral toast -
Honor the dead in sumbel.
Forget not the Root of which you are the Fruit;
Face the past heroic yet humble.
Doomed are they who learneth not
The lessons of the years.
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